Flying, and Life…

One of the things I learned about flying is, there is really nothing “tough” about it – when you break it down.  I think I can make my point here by using a typical T-38 “contact” mission (contact missions encompass general flying and aerobatics.)  So, off we go…

Engine start: Once you’re strapped in and your nest is made, you look around the aircraft to ensure it’s clear of obstacles.  Not hard at all, is it?  Then you give your Crew Chief the signal for air pressure needed to start an engine.  That signal is given by taking your right fist and driving it into your open left hand.  Pretty tough, ain’t it.  When he acknowledges you have ‘air,’ you hold up 2 fingers on your right hand, and rotate them in a circular motion, signifying you are starting your right engine.

When he acknowledges your start signal, watch the right engine RPM gauge.  At 12 – 14% RPM, hit the Start button and bring the right throttle to Idle.  The engine should light off right away.  Simple, huh?  Then you start the left motor, and you’re on your way.

For the takeoff, all you do is line up on the runway and when you’re cleared for takeoff it all begins.  First you release your brakes and ensure you are rolling straight.  Then you advance the throttles into Afterburner (AB), and check your engine Nozzle indicators for indication of 2 good (AB) lights.

The next concern is a “Min Accel Check Speed” at a thousand feet to see if your aircraft is within performance limits.  Was never a problem for me.  (I always felt if I had 2 good Burners, I was going anyway.)   At 125 knots you begin to bring ‘back pressure’ on the stick to rotate for takeoff, and become airborne at 155 knots.  Nothing to it.

Once you check that you are indeed flying, you raise the Gear and retract the Flaps.  Then as you cross the departure end, you pull the throttles out of burner at 275 knots or so, so as to stabilize at 300 knots for the climb.  That’s all there is to it.

None of those tasks is, in and of itself, tough.  But together, they can be challenging.

Life is kinda like this also.  Nothing I have done if Life is tough by itself.  It’s when it all comes together  that I struggle upon occasion.  To get through my tough times, I have to remind myself to take it “one day at a time.”  Kinda like breaking down the tasks of a T-38 takeoff… nothing to it!  LOL!

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Two Paths in the Air Force…

When I was on Active Duty I saw two distinct career paths for pilots.  The first was to progress by kissing the Boss’s ass and playing golf.  The second was to not lie to the Boss and being very good at what you do.

I never played golf very well at all….

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Swiss Army Knives, and Crash Axes

About a year or two after 9/11 I had my little bitty Swiss Army knife confiscated by the TSA at Security one morning…

Now to put this in perspective, by FAA regulation, we carry a crash ax in the cockpit… Yep, in every one of them!

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Little bitty Swiss Army knife – Crash ax?

Morons…

 

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Confiscated Nail Clippers

We were standing around in First Class one day, just killing time before boarding, when a Sky Marshall came on board – “on fire!”   He was livid….

Seems that when he came through Security, with all his proper Creds in order, the TSA puke confiscated his nail clippers!  He inquired about it and was told that ‘nail clippers’ were on the Forbidden List.

Thank Gawd that .40 cals for Sky Marshallers weren’t…

Morons!

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Lying

One of the things Dear Ole Dad NEVER tolerated was lying.  He (literally) beat this into us from Day 1.  I grew up with more of a fear that Dear Ole Dad would think I was lying to him, than actually lying to him!  He considered a thief as one of the most despicable forms of human life; and a ‘liar’ below those pukes.  You just didn’t lie to dear Ole Dad…

I also hold to his view here.  Liars – I have no use for liars.  This is why I have so many problems with politicians today.  Not only do we see so many liars in our politicians, their lies are so obvious, and blatant!  And our society just seems to accept them!  Baffling!

Early on in life I learned that if I lie to someone I create a problem for myself – I have to remember the lie.  And the more lies I tell, the more problems I create for myself.  On the other hand, if I tell the truth – and the other guy ‘has a problem’ with what I have to say, that’s his problem, not mine.

I was called in to the DO’s office – the Director of Operations – to discuss my future after my change of command ceremony on 30 November 1987.  I had submitted my ‘retirement papers’ and they wanted to give the squadron to someone who was ‘still in the game.’  This was quite normal at the time.

During the conversation he told me that since all I seemed to like to do was fly, that was all they were going to have me doing for my last 6 months or so.  “Why didn’t you tell this to me a year ago?” I thought to myself!  Then he went on to make a couple “insinuations” that I wasn’t to pleased with.  Having declared my intention to retire, I didn’t feel I had anything to lose, so I cut loose!

“Well Sir,” I began, “I’ll tell you one thing – I have never lied to you.  And I have sat in your staff meetings now for 18 months or so, and have watched those other two pukes (squadron commanders) lie to you day in and day out!  And the thing that pisses me off more than anything is, I know you know it!”

“Oh crap,” I thought to myself, “he is now going to ‘eat my lunch!'”  But instead of saying anything, he just hung his head – for he knew I was speaking the truth at that time.  And I walked out of his office…

Side note:  About a month or so later his secretary called me over.  I had had a “run-in” with the assistant DO and he apparently brought it up with the DO.  She overheard the DO tell the little ‘puke,’ “Well Tom, one thing I will tell you about Bob is, he doesn’t lie to us – and we can’t say that about the other guys!”  Point made!

Tell the truth in Life…

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The Cockpit

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The Cockpit

The cockpit was my office.  It was a place where I experienced many emotions and learned many lessons.  It was a place of work and also a keeper of dreams.  It was a place of deadly serious encounters, yet there I discovered much about life.  I learned about joy and sorrow, pride and humility, fear and overcoming fear.  I saw much from that office that most people will never see.  At times it terrified me, yet I could always feel at home there.  It was my place, at that time in space, and the jet was mine for those moments.  Though it was a place where I could quickly die, the cockpit was a place where I truly lived.

                                                                                                                                              Brian Shul

(With apologies to Brian; for taking “liberties” with his piece here, to “wicker it” a bit to fit my personal thoughts on the cockpit…)

 

 

 

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Who Are the Loonies?

Years ago in America, we used to have ‘state hospitals’ for the “mentally impaired.”  These were institutions for folks who had gone “around the bend,” for “loonies,” the “mentally insane” and yes, “morons.”

In many cases the conditions in these institutions were deplorable.  So, instead of cleaning them up, “progressives” in our country successively ran a campaign to get rid of them.  And now we have these folks “out on the street.”

If you look at the recent epidemic of mass shootings in our country, you’ll find “mental illness” behind a lot of them.  Oh well; at least we aren’t labeling these fine citizens as “mentally impaired,” so as not to hurt their feelings!

I think the “morons” in this case are the progressives who drove the closing of state hospitals instead of having them cleaned up!  And of course, the morons in Congress who went along with the deal…

Maybe if we re-instituted state hospitals….

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A Foot on the Desk

Who is the dumb ass with his foot on the desk in the Oval Office?

obama-desk_s640x427Oh wait, that’s Barry… never mind.

 

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Sending Dear Ole Dad Downtown

There was NO WAY I could ‘take on’ Dear Ole Dad when I was a senior in high school.  He was just too big and too mean and too nasty.  And by that time I had taken so many poundings throughout the years – you know, those “teachable moments” – I just didn’t just want to take him on.  But I was developing a ‘passive-aggressive’ behavior at the time that was to serve me very well in the ensuing years.

One night I was “having a few pops” downtown Wiesbaden.  I decided to call Dear Ole Dad for a ride home.  He agreed to come get me, then asked for the address.  I told him, without reservation, that I was at the corner of Einbahnstraße und Sackgasse!  That would be at the corner of ‘One Way’ and “Dead End!”  And I KNEW exactly what I was telling him!  Sent his ass all over town looking for me that night and I walked home!  And it was a most enjoyable walk I might add…

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My Two Beautiful Grand Daughters

Last Sunday (29/09/2013) I flew out to Colorado to visit with my grand daughters; Delaney (14) and Riley (13).  Riley was having her last volleyball game on Monday, and I wanted to see her play.

I asked Dana to keep my visit a secret so I could surprise the girls.  When I got to their house I sent the following text:

Image…and it worked like a champ!  They both came bursting out the door when they “broke the code!”

Then we all piled in my rented “girly-man” car and went shopping.  Delaney was so amused with the sound emitted from the automatic door-locking system on that little, bitty Kia – not me!  It was pitiful, and we all laughed about it!  Oh well, how fun it is to go shopping with these two!

When we got home Grampa Bob needed a quick ‘combat nap’ before reporting to the kitchen for cookie duty.  All 3 of us got into the act, and again, it was fun!  And I think I was able to teach them a thing or two about baking, although I will never understand why Riley opened the chocolate chips bag “lengthwise?”  Had never seen that before… and hope I don’t ever see it again!  LOL!

The next night Riley had her last game of the season.  I so enjoyed “being there” with them.

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Riley and Grampa Bob, 30/09/’13

Riley at 13, is now taller than me.  She has a wonderful sense of humor and is a beautiful girl.  She is just so much fun to be around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Grampa Bob and Delaney

After

 

While Riley took care of business out on the court, Delaney and I ‘held down the fort’ in the bleachers!  I love challenging this kid’s wit!  She makes me laugh!

Unfortunately the game didn’t come out as any of us would have liked – bummer.  But regardless of the score BOTH of these girls will always be “Winners” in my mind!

 

 

 

After the game we all went out to dinner, and I got to sit with the girls!

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In this picture you can see the ‘happiness’ on my face, as I feel it in my heart.  I am so proud of them both, and am looking forward to another trip to Colorado.  Hopefully, soon!  I am so blessed…

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